«-- Disclaimer --»
Hrmm well, I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
«-- Child's Toy --»
You stare out at the window, sighing at the fog that creeps up against
the sill, forcing it's humid caress into the room and through your
lungs. You are just a child; you are not ready to face the aqua
destruction raging outside. The sea is in turmoil; throwing itself up
against the cliffs and threatening to destroy the entire world around
you, but you sit, staring at the water that floods in puddles around the
door. It inches its ways up the walls, bloating the clothes into lifeless
heaps and the drawings you spent so many hours on into scraps of
white nothing. The room is haunted by shining, misty ghosts that
scream out in indignation. Their hair is the wind, their silver cloaks the
looming fog, their bitter eyes the stars that are burning holes into the
velvet sky, and their shrieks the howling destruction of rotting wood
that is mangled by the storm. You wrench open the window, and the
hail and rain batter at your body until you are broken and bruised, left
lying on a sopping mattress. You are a crumbling monument to those
who are broken. Your white face is the flag of surrender, and you curl
your arms around a stiff body, imagining the boy that never loved you
is there, unwelcoming to your death. The wraiths look down at you,
the girl who is frozen, splotched with red and bruises. Are you the
child that never was? They ask. Are you the spirit that never lived?
They ask. What the wraiths can't understand is.. You look almost
peaceful for a girl who had her heart..
D 3 S T R O Y 3 D..
«-- Author's Notes --»
Umm, yes this is..
A.
Nonsensical
B. Completely Random
And..
C. Confusing.
But it just came to me, and I wrote it.. and here it is, all posted and such. The "you" in this story is Namine, to clear up a few questions. Joo kno tha faree Rs.. Reduce, Reuse, Recycle.
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